Hearts on the Nightline

Richard Clapton

Compositor: Richard Clapton

Here on the razor's edge, stranded here from my friends,
Stumbling along through the canyons,
Wasting away in shady cafes,
I don't have smile I can turn on,
And I don't know if I can survive,
Keep getting caught up in this arcade of lies,
How can you have any sense of direction
Walking this street of mirrors.

CHORUS:
Hearts on the Nightline,
Words coming down the wire,
I just can't get things right -
I put my heart on the nightline.

I guess this city must be gettin' to me,
I can't seem to make a connection,
There's got to be someone around I can talk to,
Someone I can really depend on;
But I'm smack dab - stuck in the middle,
Here in this big sociological swindle,
So many words from so many people,
All claiming the truth and the light;